A group of people dance in a room while their bodies are covered by black bars.
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I was asked in New York City, do you like my clothes? I'm talking to my tape recorder walking down the road. But on Friday night I'm purified, and my feet don't touch the floor. When the murmur meets the road, in between my toes. Everyday is fucking perfect, it's a paradise. Watch my life like it's a movie, have to watch it twice. A boy looks at a girl and a girl looks like a pony. She gallops all day long, in between my toes. And every night she's purified, she don't do that dance no more. When the rubber meets the road, in between my toes. I'm skanking on the dance floor. I'm drunk off that Hennessy. I ain't sober. I don't mix with Coca-Cola or soda. But right now I want a roller. I take a look over my shoulder and I see this sexy finger and I think it's tattoo up my way over. So I shock them on my heels and I bounce on my toes. I'm crazy and she knows. Still it's all good I suppose. She didn't complain, she packed it up, so I got behind her and I lapped it up. Then we danced all night till the sun came up. Then I took it to my yard and I wrapped it up. A member of the Juju Nation, down in New Orleans. You don't need an application, if you move your feet. Explode if you poke it. Exposed on the floor. It grows if you soak it. It rolls out the door. Now it's summertime, every night, now our feet don't touch the floor. She don't do that dance no more, in between my toes. And a new, you and I. I don't do that dance no more. When the rubber meets the road, in between my toes. The lady starts to sing, but she ain't no disco dancer. She learned to shake a thing, in between my toes. Explode if you poke it. Exposed on the floor. It grows if you soak it. It rolls out the door.
